French Kiss

What can this love tolerate? Bitter words gave birth to

Regrets, and now I feed them

In the middle of a sleepless night…

What can this love bear? What can it endure?

The fine sharpness of my tongue

Cuts you when we kiss, but now my heart

Backfires… I taste my own blood.

I am, indeed,

A little bitter

ML

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